During my childhood growth, I had a year of experience leaving my parents. During the Spring Festival when I was 6 years old, our whole family went to my grandma's house in another place for the New Year. Because my family and my aunt's family were all back, plus three uncles who were not yet married, it was very lively. My grandma took out all the delicious food at home for us to eat. After the Chinese New Year, I refused to go home no matter what, and wanted to continue eating delicious food at my grandma's house. No matter how adults say I was, I refused to go back. Mom and dad had to leave me at my grandma's house. This year I was at my grandma's house, I felt very happy. First, my uncle contacted the village primary school and sent me to school. At that time, I was in preschool classes at home, and the elementary school where my uncle and his family did not have preschool classes, so I went to the first grade directly. After I got home, I was one grade higher than I was with me. I am very obedient at my grandma's house, listen carefully at school, and do my homework and play with my friends after school. At that time, my grandma's house had chickens, ducks, geese and dogs, and she also raised a few pigs. After school, I helped my grandma carry firewood and burn the fire. Watching grandma cook for us, I thought to cook for my grandma when I learned it. Once, when I was cooking, my grandma was cooking, but for some reason I couldn't get the fire. There was no bellows at that time, so I lay on the ground and blew into the stove with my mouth. After blowing a lot, I didn't catch the fire. Then I got close to it and blew hard. Suddenly, a tongue of flames rushed out of the stove, scaring me and staggering my bangs. Grandma said why I was so stupid. I said I was afraid that it would delay my grandma's cooking and she blew so hard. At that time, I didn't know if it was wronged or scared, so I shed tears. Thinking about it now, it was also a tears of happiness, because after all, I was helping my grandma do things. The thing I feel most accomplished at my grandma's house is to help me pick wild vegetables at home. At that time, both of the two uncles went to the field to earn work points, and one of them was teaching in the commune. Grandma was busy at home, and the wild vegetables for feeding chickens and ducks were picked when she was taking her spare time. I remember it was a summer. After my uncle finished work, he said that there were too many bitter vegetables in the farmland they shoveled today, and it was good to feed chickens and ducks, but he didn’t have that much time to pick them. When I heard this news, there was no class the next afternoon, so I asked two friends to go to my uncle's workplace to pick wild vegetables. I remember it was very hot that afternoon. We were afraid that the people who shoveled the ground would shovel the wild vegetables, so we picked them in the front, and they shoveled them in the back, and in a short while we picked half a bag. A few of us children were sweating like the adults. I picked it quickly. The adults praised me for being able to do it. My uncle smiled at me while shoveling the floor. I felt so beautiful, let alone it be. We really picked too many of them, the bags were deformed, and our small shoulders could not carry them. So, I had to wait until my uncle and others finished work to help us carry it home. At that time, I always felt a sense of accomplishment when I saw my uncle picking so many wild vegetables on my back. I stayed at my grandma's house for a year, and my uncle was afraid of delaying my studies. After all, teaching in rural areas is not as good as our farm. During the Spring Festival the following year, Uncle Zhu took me home.
